The whole trip back to the bunker was a quiet one. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. The encounter with Lucifer left everyone mentally drained. Amanda was so tired that she fell asleep with her head leaning on Cas' shoulder. And after only a few minutes, her breathing became deep and regular. She was in REM sleep, her eyes moving under her eyelids. Cas shifted in the seat and she slid down his side and her head landed in his lap. He stared down at her and a smile played around the corners of his lips. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips and sighed.

He looked up at the boys and they were occupied with their own thoughts. He looked back down at the young woman sleeping on his thigh and his fingers wondered lower. They slid over her jawline and down her throat. His breathing picked up as he gently pushed the curls away from her neck. His tongue ran over his upper lip in hunger as his fingers danced over her collar bone. He looked up again, but the Winchesters were still in their own worlds. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and down his chin and he wiped it away quickly with his other hand.

"Sweet Mandy", Cas breathed quietly. At least he thought he was being quiet.

"You say something, Cas?", Sam muttered from the front seat. Cas jerked his hand away from Amanda's clavicle and his head flew up. Sam was just turning his head to look at Cas from over his shoulder.

"Oh... um... just that Amanda is very tired", Cas whispered. Sam looked down at the sleeping woman and smiled softly.

"Yeah. Aren't we all?" Sam shot Cas a tired grin and turned back around in his seat again to stare out the window. Cas blew out a relieved sigh. He would have to be more careful. He wasn't ready to reveal himself just yet. Lucifer still wanted to play.

When they got back to the bunker, everyone was whooped and retired to their respective bedrooms. Even Cas had his own room. Even though he never slept, he did go there to recharge after an exceptionally hard fight or just to reflect.

"Night, Cas", Amanda muttered sleepily, waving at him before disappearing into her room. He stared after her, thinking about his next move. He wanted to draw this out a bit before he ran for the endzone. He left her alone that night, deciding instead to mess with Sam tonight. Cas... err... Lucifer sat down on the bed in his... Cas' room, with his back against the headboard. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and intertwined his fingers over his belly as if her were trying to doze off. He sent his mind out into the air where it swirled for a moment before it flew silently through the wall and into the hallway. Lucifer could see himself flying down the hall and through Sam's door. Sam lay on his stomach with his head nearly hanging off the bed. He hovered over Sam's body before settling down into his head.

Sam was suddenly awakened by a horrifying scream that echoed through the whole bunker. And he knew who's voice made that sound. Sam jumped out of bed and wrenched open his door. The hall was deserted. Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. 'Why wasn't Dean or Cas out here?', he thought. 'Didn't they hear Amanda scream?' Sam tore down the hallway and grabbed the doorknob to Amanda's room. The metal knob was white hot and seared his palm. He grunted in pain and pulled his hand away, just as another scream came through the door.

"AMANDA!", Sam screamed, banging on the door. Then he heard other noises coming from inside her room. Deep grunting and groaning and miserable sobbing. "NO!" Sam backed up and kicked the door with the flat of his foot. He heard a loud crack, but the door held fast. "DEAN! CAS!" Sam kicked the door again and splinters of wood flew back in his face. 'Where is everybody?', Sam thought frantically. A third kick sent the door flying off it's hinges and crashing to the floor with a bang. What Sam saw as he stepped through the doorway, nearly made him vomit. Amanda lay on the bed on her back with her wrists and ankles tied to the legs of the bed. A naked man was rutting on top of her, moaning. But it wasn't a man at all. It was an angel. His huge black wings hiding most of his body and head. A trembling voice broke him out of his shock.

"Sam?!", Amanda whimpered. "Help Me! Please!" For some reason his legs were frozen to the spot and he couldn't take his eyes of the horrible scene before him.

"LUCIFER! STOP!", Sam bellowed. The angel froze, lifted his head, and turned to look at Sam over his shoulder. Sam's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat. What he saw was not the Lucifer from the cage. It was the Lucifer that wore HIM all those years ago. He watched his own face contort into a sadistic grin as the Lucifer wearing his meat suit slammed into her brutally. Finally Sam's paralysis broke and he leaped at the bed, closing his eyes as he landed. But what he felt under him was not a hard man's body. It was the soft curves of a woman. He opened his eyes and was met by Amanda's terrified stare.

"PLEASE! STOP!", Amanda begged. Sam looked down at himself and was horrified to see that they were both naked and his cock was seated inside her to the hilt. He had one hand on her breast and the other had a tight grip on her hair.

"Oh God! Amanda!", Sam croaked. His throat was beginning to close up as he spoke. But then he realized that his body was moving on it's own and without his permission. "NO!", Sam snarled. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself stop pounding into Amanda's tight body. But the very worst part was he couldn't make himself not feel the pleasure that came from it. A deep moan escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. Amanda whimpered and scrunched her eyes closed. And turned her face away as far as she could. "Amanda, I'm... I'm so sorry", he whispered in her ear. "I c-can't stop!"

"Why would you stop, Sam?", Lucifer's voice whispered in his head. "She deserves to get fucked, right?"

"NO!", Sam growled between clenched teeth. "NO SHE DOESN'T! Lucifer please stop this!" His hips continued to drive forward sending waves of pleasure up through his body. He knew he was getting close to doing something horrible, but he didn't know how to stop it.

"Don't fight it, Sammy!", Lucifer purred. "She flaunts her body in front of you every chance she gets! Those tight jeans and low cut shirts!" Lucifer's voice became more angry as he spoke. "She's just a little slut, Sam! Fuck her!" Sam shook his head, even as he slammed into her, trying to get the voice out of his head. "Look at her, Sam!" Sam looked down and Amanda was sobbing, but Sam couldn't hear her. All he heard was the voice in his head, egging him on. "She WANTS it!" Sam sped up his thrusts, but this time, he was in full control of his body. This time he was too lost in his own lust to stop. "She DESERVES it!" Sam's grip on her hair tightened and he jerked her head back so he could lick and suck on her neck. He was so close! "FUCK HER!" Lucifer's final demanding scream sent Sam over the edge and he came hard with a loud grunt. It wasn't until the fog of his orgasm had cleared his mind, did he realize just what he had done.

"Oh no! Amanda! I'm so sorry!", Sam choked out through a sob. The ropes holding her down evaporated and Amanda rolled onto her side, curled into a tight ball, and stared at the wall in shock.

"You know what you have to do now, don't you, Sam?", Lucifer whispered in his head again.

"NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU SICK BASTARD!", Sam screeched. "I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR TWISTED GAMES ANYMORE!"

"You have to, Sam!", Lucifer said, ignoring Sam's scream. "She'll tell!" Sam looked down again and he was holding the demon blade in a death grip. "Do it, Sam! Before she tells someone what you did!" Sam stared at the blade in his trembling hand and over at Amanda. He was so confused. "Don't be a pussy, Winchester!" Sam rolled Amanda onto her back and stared down at her in shame and fear. Shame for what he'd done, but also fear that she would tell Dean. "DO IT SAM!", Lucifer screamed inside his head so loudly it hurt. "KILL HER!" Sam couldn't take the voice screaming at him any longer and plunged the blade deep into Amanda's chest between her breasts.

"Sam!", Amanda croaked as blood poured from her mouth. She grabbed the hand holding the blade and squeezed it tight.

"I... I'm so sorry!", Sam sobbed.

"Nicely done, Sammy-boy!", Lucifer crowed. Sam turned his head and Lucifer was standing next to him with his hand on Sam's shoulder. "But now it's my turn!" Lucifer drove an angel blade into Sam's ribs.

"NO!", Sam screamed, sitting bolt upright in his bed. He was drenched in sweat and his heart was pounding. He looked around for Lucifer, panting hard. But nobody was there in the dark room but himself. He jumped from his bed and fled the room. He sprinted down the hall to Amanda's room and was glad that the door was unlocked. He swung the door open and breathed a giant sigh of relief when he found her sleeping peacefully. But a shiver went through Sam's body when he heard Lucifer's whispered final words from the dream inside his head again.

"Now it's my turn!"